I'm finding it very hard to keep track of time and dates these days. Living my life by the day, not really giving half a thought to what's gonna happen tomorrow nor the next moment.
It's been a helluva ride. Met new people, heard new stuff, did new things, and I think I kinda became a new person. And I got a new Pooh bear doll from the Indon Buddy. Ahakz. Lovely.

Anyway, the Indon Buddy decided to extend his stay here (till Saturday). That's like a week's extension from the supposed 19th November fuck. God. Sent him to the departure hall and he just turned around and said "I'm not leaving tonight."

Fucker.

I just about died or something; I was so ready to punch his guts out. But of course he didn't let that happen. The jumble of emotions and bullshit running through my head was just so overwhelming. Friends told me it's so 'fairytale' and 'out of the movies'. Guess they're right. But whatever.

I stayed over at 'his' place last night to keep him company, since he's living alone here for the time being. The parental units and everything were bunking at other random places, so like, whatever. The lame me thought that it'd be a quiet night there. (Honest!) Coz I just planned to watch Hikmah, ANTM and Nip/Tuck with him till we go to bed (separately) and like that's all. (Really!) The occasional surprises and crap aside, (hey there's bound to be some activity,haha) I was so not ready for what was to come at like 1+am.

I finally safely (i think) tucked myself in in the second room after a whole bunch of funny stuff and suddenly there were huge crashes and shouts from downstairs. I pushed all grogginess aside and jumped outta bed, thinking that the Indon Buddy fell in the kitchen or something. (Posh kids don't really connect well with the stove area) But he appeared at my door going "Rayan datang!" (i.e; "Rayan's here!)
I didn't even have time to gape at the fact that the Indon Buddy's 18-yr old, fellow-Indon, rugged, chiseled, superrich, BMW-driving friend came in the middle of the night. (Ok I'm tired of typing "Indon Buddy". Lets give him a name- Erwin.)

I was going "WTF is Rayan doing here? Who's he with? Does he know what time it is?"
I was talking to myself, apparently. Erwin was laughing at his friend who just slammed the door and caused the crash coz the picture frame above the door rattled, fell and shattered. Nice~~ No biggie of course, coz he could just fork out the moolah for the damn thing.
We ended up dancing all over the house, turning up the Step Up soundtrack. It was the first time I ever 'partied' after midnight in some random house with Erwin and people I only knew 4 hours before. In my sleep clothes. Nicer~~
Rayan and company left after 2++ hours of mad-ass crapping with staircases, sinks and Mcdonalds chicken wings.
"Hey Nash Mcdonalds bisa terima bayaran Visa Gold nggak?"

Needless to say, I woke up late. I still had some workshop at 10am, hello! Had to go home, grab my stuff and bail from there. Woke up at 5am, found the sucker next to me, (omfg lorr, hehe) hit snooze, woke up again at 5.15, hit snooze, woke up again at 5.30, hit snooze, woke up at 6, lazed around the house and he sent me home at 7. Got home at 7.30, and guess the fucking what?

My dad was so in the house. But as usual, I just put on that slumber i-didnt-do-anything-wrong face and went in the room. Where I was completely zonked. Was late for the damn workshop, but twenty-five others were later, sou... heh. The night (morning?) before was one that I can never forget. And why would I want to? It was, I should think, the best of the best night I've had this whole year.

As Rayan the Rich would say, you don't need rubber to have a mindblowing great night, senorita!